Page 11 of Her Mountain Boss
I meet her eyes. “You weren’t what? Trying to get my attention by being a brat? Because you did. You have it. All of it.” I reach out, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. Her skin is warm and so fucking soft beneath my fingers.
“I’m…I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…to be a brat. I just wanted…” She swallows, her gaze dropping to my mouth. It’s very clear what she wants. What we both want.
And I’m starting to forget why it’s a bad idea. I’m starting to forget why it felt so important to stay away from her. There’s no room for any of that when I know how soft she goes when I call her kitten, when I call out her bratty behaviour.
“What did you want?” I ask gently. I can see the struggle in her eyes as she weighs just how honest to be.
She bites her lower lip, her eyes big and earnest. “I wanted you to see me. Really see me. Because I see you, Ford. I see youand look at you all the time.” Her voice is barely above a whisper, but it might as well be a shout for the way it echoes through me.
My world has just tilted on its axis.
“I see you, kitten,” I say, my thumb tracing the curve of her jaw. “I see you, and I want you. But bratting, teasing, it’s not going to get you what you want. Not with me.”
She leans into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed for just a moment. “What will?” she asks, a tinge of desperation in her voice.
Time to test the waters.
“Being a good girl. Being such a good girl for me that I have no choice but to reward you.” Her breathing stutters and she’s staring at me with hungry eyes. My instincts were right. She’s not a brat. Not deep down. She’s a good girl who needs attention from Daddy, and just needs some direction on how to go about getting it the right way. “Would you like another chance to be a good girl?”
She nods, her face flushed, her breathing shaky. “Yes. Please.”
“Get out of the hot tub.”
This time, she doesn’t hesitate, and something in my heart swells at the way she obeys so sweetly. She stands, water cascading down her gorgeous curves, and steps out. I’m right there, towel in hand, ready to take care of her. Standing behind her, I wrap it around her and slowly rub my hands over her shoulders, her arms, her back. I don’t touch her anywhere I shouldn’t, but she’s still trembling.
I lean down, my mouth brushing against her ear. “You know what happens to good girls?” I whisper, my voice rough. “They get rewarded. They get taken care of. They get touched, and kissed everywhere. They get fucked so hard and deep that they can’t walk straight.”
She gasps and then sighs, leaning back into me, confirming she’s just as into this kink as I am. “Oh,” she breathes, and something in me shatters. I think it’s my resolve to stay away from her.
“That’s right. Good girls get their tight little pusses licked and kissed until they’re dripping wet. They get to come, over and over again.”
Her breath is coming in short, sharp gasps again, her body shaking. I can see the effect my words are having on her, and I know deep down that the reason I feel so drawn to her, the reason I’m such a mess over her is because she’s perfect for me, and despite all the reasons I should stay away, I think I might be perfect for her, too. There’s something between us, some unspoken, primal connection that’s been pulling us together from the moment I first laid eyes on her. I barely know her, but I think I’m falling in love with her. I don’t have a logical explanation for that.
“But only good girls get that, kitten,” I say quietly, my hands still moving over her body, drying her off. “If you want me—my attention, my mouth, my hands, my cock, my cum—then you need to be a good girl. You need to do what I tell you, when I tell you, trusting that I’ll always take care of you.” She nods and whimpers, sagging against me. I grip her shoulders, steadying her. “Do you want to be my good girl, Sophia?”
“So much.”
I press a chaste kiss to the top of her curls. Her cinnamon and vanilla scent wraps itself around me in a way that makes it hard to control myself. But nothing more than this is going to happen between us tonight. Now that I know she’s far dirtier than I could’ve hoped, that our dynamics are a perfect match, I don’t want to go too fast.
She shifts against me, trembling slightly. I can feel the heat of her, the arousal radiating off her in waves. I can practically tasteher need. Smell it in the air. I lean down, my mouth brushing against her ear. She shivers again.
“Are you turned on, kitten?” I ask, my voice rough with my own arousal.
She nods. She’s breathing so fast and so hard that I can hear it. “Yes,” she whispers. “I’m…I’m always turned on around you, Ford.”
I can’t stop the growl from rumbling out of my chest at her admission. This young thing wants me? Is turned on around me? Is a little bratty and kinky and from what I can tell, desperately in need of a Daddy to take care of her in every single way?
Fucking hell. I feel like a god.
I want to touch her. I want to sink my fingers inside her and feel her clench and pulse around me. I want to taste the honey dripping between her thighs. But not yet. Not tonight. I don’t trust myself not to lose control, and this pretty young thing needs me to be in control.
“I want you to go back to your cabin,” I tell her, keeping my voice quiet but with an edge of command in it. “I want you to strip off this indecent bathing suit and lie down on your bed. Spread your legs wide and touch yourself. I want you to play with that cute little pussy and imagine it’s my hands on you. My fingers rubbing your needy clit.”
She makes a small, delicious whimpering sound, her body pressing closer to mine. I can feel her heart pounding through her back.
“Can you make yourself come, kitten?” I ask, my mouth trailing down her neck, teeth grazing her impossibly soft skin.
She nods again, then clears her throat. “Yes. I…I have a vibrator.”
